free writing
Go to sleep dream about married men and the Catholic Church. Too many doors can’t find the exit. Running from something in a seedy apartment complex Stella type lady holding a baby (or is it Blanche?) I think about All About My Mother. Sometimes running into ancient ex-boyfriend on barren street corners. Build a new life, drink some coffee, find a hideaway all my own. Seattle. Bogota. I don’t know. Just tonight, just this moment, just now, just let me stay here.
Met a guy at a party. Sort of treated me special. Like he couldn’t think of things to say but he kept talking anyway. Nice, sweet kind of guy. Not my kind of guy. Wish I could find more of my kind. New journey ahead, looking real open. Nice and incomplete in my mind’s eye. Sort of there but not there a la vez. Thoughts, language, vague dread. Reminds me of mountains in washington state. Karaoke night shira’s last night try to stay a little drunk to forget this ego thing to stay open to stay alive.
Four days of thank you creator weather. Four days. Outdoor coffee and you are so amazingly interesting. Chicken souvlaki and esl parties. Old ladies want to talk to me and I want to run away to capture the tiny details of that conversation of the way space and time seemed to stopand the only thing tethering me to this reality was the persistent need for the bathroom.
Airplanes, suspension of disbelief. Dry air. Get there. 4 o’clock, go to sleep.
Met a guy at a party. Sort of treated me special. Like he couldn’t think of things to say but he kept talking anyway. Nice, sweet kind of guy. Not my kind of guy. Wish I could find more of my kind. New journey ahead, looking real open. Nice and incomplete in my mind’s eye. Sort of there but not there a la vez. Thoughts, language, vague dread. Reminds me of mountains in washington state. Karaoke night shira’s last night try to stay a little drunk to forget this ego thing to stay open to stay alive.
Four days of thank you creator weather. Four days. Outdoor coffee and you are so amazingly interesting. Chicken souvlaki and esl parties. Old ladies want to talk to me and I want to run away to capture the tiny details of that conversation of the way space and time seemed to stopand the only thing tethering me to this reality was the persistent need for the bathroom.
Airplanes, suspension of disbelief. Dry air. Get there. 4 o’clock, go to sleep.